Answers Are Never Easy To Come By

“Why do people hate you?” he asked her.

“Why do people love you?” she asked him.

There was no answer either way. They decided to let this question rest till time offered them an answer that would leave them satiated. Time was a better master than most people were. A healer unlike any other.

They spent their time writing, searching for answers in what they wrote.

Answers were never easy to come by, but that never stopped them from asking.

Bad Poetry

And when we talk to each other after so long,
I feel inspired to write a few words about you,
about the time we shared with each other.
And all I can write is bad poetry.

I have no sense of rhyme or rhythm,
pass my judgment through a prism
of trust, of love, and yet they produce no words.

All I write is bad poetry.
All I hum is bad poetry.

I strum all day this guitar,
two chords played all along
and I’m not able to come up with anything better.

Then you read my poems,
and you like them all.
You consider it good poetry
and I know you do like it
but I can write better.

So I’ll sit down with the guitar once again,
till I write something worthy of you.
Till I write better poetry.

Christmas Carols - Death Metal covers (No, really!)

So since I have nothing else to do, presenting to you the gory, violent, death metal cover versions of (in)famous Christmas Carols. (For those who haven't heard the originals, the links are provided.) Enjoy. NOT!

Rudolph The Killer Reindeer (based on Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer)

Intro:

You know Loch Ness, and Yeti, and Jack and Zodiac,

You know all these killers, scary and their like.

But do you recall the most dangerous of all?

Chorus:

Rudolph the killer reindeer,

had a very bloody knife.

And if you ever saw it,

you would say he killed his wife.

All of the other reindeer

used to call him ‘You-Know-Who’.

They never let cruel Rudolph

crack his head up into two.

Verse 1:

Then one gloomy Halloween,

Santa came to say,

“Rudolph, with your knife so bright,

won’t you slit my throat tonight?”

Then all the reindeer feared him,

as he cut him open wide.

All of these other reindeer

then spent a sleepless night.

Verse 2:

Then one silent week later,

Dasher  went up to him.

“Rudolph, with my sword so light,

won’t you suffer a dreary fright?”

Then all the reindeer rejoiced,

as they shouted out in glee,

as Rudolph the red-mouthed reindeer,

was buried deep beneath the tree.

I Saw Mummy Killing Santa Claus (based on I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus)

I saw mummy killing Santa Claus,

underneath the chili-limbu last night.

She didn’t see me creep,

her murder was very neat.

I was so shocked up in my head,

it took me some time to sleep.

Then, I heard mummy coming up the stairs,

and by that time, I hid under my bed.

She screamed; she went away.

Oh what a corpse I would have been,

had mummy found me in my bed last night.

A Merry Gory Christmas to you. (No, I'm not so evil in real-life.)

Folly Of The Fool

Rusted, it lay in a corner,
wounding those who dared run their hands over it,
a runaway symbol from another era,
of their tale, now deprived of air to breathe,
all thanks to the Fool for flooding his house with water.

The sun's rays form a crack in the door.
Oxidised, it survives.
The Fool will not drown again.